Shove me out to see 
The sea
The quiet of December
To the deep I turn

From the wreck I bless 
This mess
For what I can remember
Your ghost I burn

Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin

Lay me down this sound
Unbound
The birds of spring returning
Your ghost I burn

Shall I sleep to keep 
This peace
The winter from her leaving
To the bow [bad word] 
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin